Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my eyes, seeking my bond with my child – hoping

because

Roger shouts, his hands still hard

He

the clearing behind the

to look at Roger’s face when he

I see how grave his expression

like it drains from me. Like I’m frozen, again, in the

look, to follow his gaze, and I see two dark

darkness. One covered

robes, the other…

set off again in an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run now –

baby in

feel someone tug at Rafe and my

a terrible snarl, my teeth fully bared, already

mouth

shock and puts up his hands,

he speaks fast. “Ella, the gift

give me the baby

every part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe over to

me screaming to hold him close,

go again…

towards those forms in the darkness has me decided,

his godfather. Roger will take care of him,

without a word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

forest and wince

covering the top half of my face

morning?

then I realize, quite

remember going to

sit up, wary, trying to

even in my

Inside at all…

and down at the soft bed on

the crisp white

I whip my head up to look at

front of me. I blink, trying

so beautiful. She’s got to be

angel?” I ask, my voice low with awe. But

the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

Dominic,” she says, shaking her head and coming close to me,

and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been asleep

Think about it – you

“Am I…am I dead?”

smiles down at me, slowly shaking her

these questions, except

You’re just

her. But she just smiles

before sitting herself in my lap. My